ALBUM REVIEW

The Question has to be - Does the world need more songs about kissing behind the bike-shed’s and smoking fags sung by seemingly ‘cheeky chappies’ or is Sheffield already producing more than enough bands that can do the same job much more proficiently? Are Little Man Tate, like the fictional movie character they take their moniker from, pure genius, or are they in need of some extra tuition?

For such young men Little Man Tate seem to be incredibly bitter about a many number of things. Bitter about the music industry (‘Man I Hate Your Band’) ,bitter about those friends who went travelling around the world while they banged away in Sheffield trying to break into the music scene that they have seemingly taken such an immediate dislike to (‘European Lover’). In-fact, having listened to the no thrills (as opposed to no frills, although both apply in this instance) About What You Know it seems that Little Man Tate like nothing better than a having a good old moan about pretty much anything and everything and if there’s an opportunity to match it to a poor melodic imitation of geographical neighbours The Arctic Monkeys or, on occasion, Up The Bracket period Libertines than all the better, or, unfortunately for the listener, all the worse.
“Don’t tell me about your lyrics/ ’cos your songs are all the same” sing Little Man Tate in album opener ‘Man I Hate Your Band’. A rather bold statement coming from a band who have just released an album that couldn’t be more predictable and repetitive if it tried.

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Paul Macdonald

http://www.littlemantate.co.uk/